Winter

Prologue.

"They do not grow together but have lived long enough to realize the size of the feeling one feels for another"

It was another morning, the falling snow had begun the winter. The clock ticked exactly06:35. I checked my backpack to see if everything was in order. I wore my striped coat that had my grandmother's gain, which became the preferred, that way, I felt close to her, although the same had died two years ago. With the backpack and hands in my pockets to protect me from the cold, I walked the wide streets of the city.The school was not that far away, just a few blocks away from my house. I noticed the purity that the snow had to be so white, it was falling on me and the others that passed beneath it, just like the houses that were covered, let's say I called the place of peace city every time it snowed. As there was no movement and everything was considered white.    

    It was about ten minutes before I could see the castle that was the place I was studying. So great, that it really seemed to be something of royalty because of the huge black gate through which the students entered. Some parents used to take their child to school, I felt uncomfortable knowing that mine did not mattered, somehow I had to learn how to survive alone at a young age that he had.

- Good morning, John. Michael the porter had said.

He was a nice man and really sincere about the many good days I get, He spoke those words out of school, but because he was kind and gentle.

My name is John for an unconditional love my mother had for the eternal Beatles. I am not of that time, but I feel honored to be called that, which makes me want to be born at that time.

- Good morning, Michael! - He smiles back.

I've always been a boy of few friends, in fact, I have not had friends, but I've never bothered withthat. Being reserved was what I preferred. The classes began and there was no longer the sound of conversation coming from the corridors, only a few steps away, probably of the late. We usually have some teacher who mark our lives, it is usually the First, in my case it was Miss Mollie. Owner of a charming beauty and a unique gentleness, always showed concern for all students and somehow seeks to solve our problems, but I never went on to count mine.

I used to have a seat just for me at break time. Not because people were afraid of sit by my side, but because they simply prefer to leave that empty bench, the bad a teacher had been murdered there. Because we were children, we believed in everything.

There was the poor blond boy picking up again, being thrown in the garbage can. No one would interfere, already that the fat student was reputed to be the bully and still had his followers who had to obey him.It was like a ritual, every day being played in that place, and if I resisted I would take a few punches. Tired out, He lowered his head and accepted to be thrown into the rubble.

The hours passed, just like the classes. Each student received a kiss on the forehead given by Mollie, I I used to be the last to leave the room, but for some reason, I felt like I was the first.

- I bet you have a surprise at home. - Mollie said, strange the reason to be one of the first to receiveyour kiss.

I just smiled at her leaving the room soon after. There were parents waiting for their children at the school, some embraced, others scolded them for complaints, cars, bicycles and others, who, like me, walked.

That day I did not want to go straight home, I chose to take a different path, perhaps, to explore newplaces far better than the ones I lived in, it was dangerous but tempting.

I went through bigger houses than I found when I went to school, there were more trees, including one of the streets formed a veritable green tunnel because of the amount, even if covered by snow the region was beautiful I had taken three more blocks to get to my destination. This time, the beauty of the place I I passed disappearing, becoming cold and obscure, even though it was considered a wealthy neighborhood. Life there is not there were only souls who tried so hard to draw attention to the façade of their houses.

- Bichinha

I heard screams coming from there, by the voice, it was that of the fat kid at school. Curious I decided to know what I was happened, I followed her that came from a dark alley, I passed by some casks abandoned until find them; the blonde and the three idiots who used it as a punching bag.

The blonde was completely naked, his teeth clenched against the cold, while the others laughed.of that scene. When I noticed the fat child closing the zipper of his pants, I thought about the possibility of the child had been abused, but I could not help imagining that what he had kept in his underwear was the size of a peanut. Unforgivable attitude.

- Now give me the money.

- I do not have that, let me go, please.- He had said, his voice broke and trembling broke my heart.

- Do you want to catch it again? I know you got money, your parents are not poor.

-But you've already taken me from school today.He was leaning against the wall, there was nowhere to run as the boys surrounded him. When I noticed your voice once more, I realized that she was hoarse, which made me believe that he had screamed asking help, and his red eyes only confirmed how much he was crying.In fact, he was abused, however, at the age of the boys and the fat physicist made it obvious that they were not so far.

Enough.

- Have you lost track of what you're doing? I came out of the barrels, scaring them.

The blonde put his hand on his innermost part while the others turned frightened. When they realized thatit was me, they began to laugh.I was never a boy who could be called a bully, since I did not usually fight. But if it wereI need to use force, I'd do my best not to get hurt, even if I'm scared.When the fat man ordered the other two boys to pick me up, I held onto my mother the piece ofwood in front of me and I managed to hit one of them, but the other managed to punch me. Even with littleskill that I had, I knocked him to the ground also using wood. They looked at me startled-soas I surprised myself by taking that attitude - and they turned away. Louis, the fat man, did not speaknothing more when she saw me hold the gun and go towards her. I was not going to assault him, I just gave him the print. That's when they ran away leaving me alone with the blonde.

He looked at me startled, probably thought I would assault him, too. Flinched on the wall begging me for mercy with his gaze. That's when I dropped the wood and gathered their clothes off the floor. I Tried to pass on the image that he was different from those who lived by mistreating him.

- Let me help you...

- Liam. - He said, completing my sentence, still in a trembling voice.

- Let me help you, Liam. - Smile.

That was the phrase that started my first friendship. The next day, the boys left Liam quiet,since we went and went back to school together. Too bad this friendship lasted a short time, but enoughto be considered brothers. It was when I suddenly received the news that he had beentransferred. He did not warn me, he did not call much less, he sent letters.

It was eight years, but the pain of longing insisted on remaining in my heart.

Where was Liam? Luckily, he learned to protect himself.

Final chapter notes

Well, it's small, I know. But as I said, it is only a prologue to understand how the friendship of theboys Before I used to post daily, though, I can not promise to do the same with this fic.I am grateful to everyone who reads and hope you enjoy this new universe.